Rajnarayan Bohare
L - 19 Housing Board Colony Datia (MP)
Short story The Treatment
today your Jolachhap doctor Fakirchand killed a Another man put 'Mishra a quaint phrase voice at the entry . I asked - 'Who !'
"She was the daughter of a farmer from Dharmapura. ... unrecognized injection and bottled. Lie on the bench. ”Mishra ji's face had lines of sadness.
I said, 'Have the farmers brought their dead girl? Is it a crime to see a child? '
Mishra went away in a sarcastic voice saying to me, 'More sympathy than that jhilokap doctor?'
Doctor Fakirchand has always been pathetic to me. It is different that they never feel pathetic. Once I asked him, 'You who treat patients without medical degrees, do not hesitate to think that someone is doing illegal work?'
Surprisingly, he was asking me 'Kahe ka bhai saab? I have RMP certificate. Have I misappropriated any government money? Did anyone ask for a bribe? Did someone tease sister's sister? I am a servant of society, brother. I work '… and I am shocked and stare at them. He had great confidence in him,
'How did you get this doctor's skill?' When I asked, they went on telling me….
, I have learned this work with great effort, and that too in the interest of a skilled doctor.
Fakirchand went on to tell me…. He was ten years old when the country was partitioned. Fakirchand's father, who left his home and ran away from Pakistan, and everyone else were in a state of utter disarray. They were all looking for business - no one wanted any government or private job. The town was in a strange dilemma, people used to ask each other if the arrival of so many people would not affect the life of the town? The traders were worried that their business would not ruin their business…. It was felt by the registrants that their women would not take away their wages to sew clothes ..
But they soon joined the life of the town. Of course some occupations were affected. They had plunged into the business of grocery, textiles, manihari goods and shoes, and had come to dominate the market in and around the towns.
In such a situation, Fakirchand's father set a target of a developed village twenty kilometers away from the town and he reached the village from Andabacha, where he had opened his small grocery store.
After returning from school, the boy Fakirchand found himself uncomfortable in selling salt, chilli and pulses and spices, so he did not go directly to the shop from school, but instead sat in the government hospital near the school. Sometimes they used to go to the veterinary hospital, where they found it very fun for the doctors to throw them and inject them in the pits of the drum.
Gradually they continued to be a part of the hospital itself. Ten-year-old Fakirchand, who had taken admission in the first class, started going to the hospital and by the time he reached class X, he had learned to inject the patient, even drip. Sometimes they too tried their hand at the art of throwing injections on the drums.
He failed badly in the tenth class. The father was very upset with him - he does not come to the shop and does not study diligently, I will teach you further, what will you do now? Medical will do!
........ and they were suddenly reluctant to do medicine. Fakirchand, who had been sitting with a copy for three days, had written prescriptions for about a hundred kinds of diseases from the government doctor, Singh. The properties of antivitic, antiallergic and antivirus were written in detail.
A small shop called "Fakir Clinic" opened, the villagers were happy, ... but also curious how the doctor was able to get treatment without studying, working in a government hospital for ten years.
Initially, they continued to give only pill-capsules to the patients as medicines. Gradually they started injecting. He used to throw a target on the arm of the patient and injected it… .. Yes, learned skills in the veterinary hospital, when he started trying on humans, the patients turned a hundred on him. Gradually thousands of patients were cured and in terms of experience they were better than MD.
.... that one day when a doctor who had brought his dead child to Fakirchand's clinic started returning to the doctor, he had said that we are only considering him as dead and if we live this with your hand, then its fate. Out of my heart, Fakirchand started treatment and had injected drip that the girl gave eye drops. Suddenly the child's father's eyes changed. They kept folding their hands and apologized, but when people had to know how long they had to be extinguished, they were badly beaten that day.
Came to the town where he sat down by hanging the board of 'Doctor Fakirchand'.
The skill of treatment learned in the village was very useful. Less money. Less medicine. Painless way of injecting. They again surrounded the patients.
The son passed the twelfth rank and when he could not succeed in the entrance examination of the medical college, he ran very hard and got him admitted to the medical college of any country of the Soviet Union.
Everything was going well that they got insecure for the second time. In the bus standing on the bus stand, a passenger got a heart attack which was picked up by people. They were taking blood pressure in the name of doing something that the patient succumbed to. He was again surprised - Oh God, what trouble has the sat.
The patient was outside, the police took out the diary from his pocket and informed his house and punished the doctor so much that he would arrange to take the corpse to the patient's home.
Mishraji was in the mood for the whole debate the next day, 'You AAP seemed to be a big Dhanvantari, a non-licensed doctor, asking what was his crime? What greater crime would it be that neither did he study physiology nor pharmaceutical science! Neither he has knowledge of the metabolism of the body, nor of the nose-ear-throat and the neuro system ... Hey brother, there is a law in the whole world that the treatment of man will be the same as that of the entire course of human body, diseases and pharmaceutical science. Have done it .
'... and whether there is any law about all these legitimate people, Unani doctors, medicine consultants of homeopathy and even the people of Modhia are openly treating every disease!' I had come down on a simple ruckus.
"The law is for everyone, there is a lack of enforcement." Mishraji went roaring.
After being released on bail, Dr. Fakirchand was again at his clinic.
This time, he was in a mood to make complete arrangements. He had appointed a doctor with a bachelor's degree in Ayurveda as his partner, perhaps because the other doctor's name hanged on the clinic. ... Some days we saw the disappearance of the doctor of B.M.S.S. Then a few days later, he was replaced and hanged the path of a pathologist. .... and she also withdrew within a week.
And these days, a degree in the name of an MBBS doctor hangs on the wall in his clinic. There is a big and grand chair named after the doctor at the main counters. While Desperate Fakirchand seems to be working only as a compounder. We are all waiting for some new event ... see what happens!
Doctor Fakirchand has to suffer the same - and perhaps all of us - until his son returns from Soviet Russia with a degree from that country. Now, if there is a human body, there are diseases, and if there is disease, treatment is also necessary.
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